Soul's Valkyrie

Soul’s Valkyrie

Brazen satin floats gently about her face,
A wind's caress doth stroke this place.
A place of war, carnage and innocent deaths
Lay out before her, blood on her breath.

Eyes afire with fury awry
Mind of steel and hate to apply
Heart's pain and passion flow through her soul
Her wrath and spite to take their toll.

Striding boldly forward on
Blade clenched in fist, emotion gone
Winds whip around this slaughter site
Neither a soul nor creature left alive.

Not a quiver nor moan, not a tiny sound made
Save the smoke and the mist and flags flayed.
Crimson rivulets flow into the earth
Bleeding from the bodies that have suffered her worst.

Fist crunching bone and teeth alike
Blade sluicing through soft flesh with spite
Bathed in their blood, their screams in her mind
Basking in their fear, not a tear in her eye.

The carnage she lusts, flows from within
Compounded by hate, and memories grim.
She remembers their screams of terror and anguish
A sadistic sneer on her lips doth languish

From her mouth utters forth a piercing cry
As a great coal stallion with flame in his eye
Sweeps down from above the scorched clouds
To carry his mistress, stoic and proud.

Hot muscles and mane and rage alike
Combine together to power this flight
Breath of entwined hot steam and smoke
The worst within her he doth evoke.

They lashed through the sky 'top the barren ground
Rotting and burning, not a living thing found.
She rules this place, where none doth tread
Her impenetrable fortress, ruled with dread.

A hot flash of white light, knocks her off guard
And she yanks on his head, banking him hard.
‘Dare the fool who invades her stone land
Her wrath swirling fast, glaive summoned to hand.

Down like a Hessian the two of them flew
To alight on the ground, rage floweth anew.
Engulfed in white power this stranger doth stood
Still as a God, and utterly good.

The stallion shrieks and strikes and wildly rears
He spreads open his hands and says "Please do not fear,"
She raises her sword, blood vengeance so near
Wrath flares in her eyes, her face a grim sneer.

Her blade swings down, her fury unleashed
She craves the killing of this invading beast.
He folds his hands and bows his head
Voice deep and calm, when she heard it said

"You cannot hurt me; I've been where you are,
Put down your sword, and take hold of my arm."
Stop your hiding, fighting and headless slaughter,
Come with me and I'll show you you're not her."

With a will of its own her sword did sink
Deep into the earth, death thus breaks this link.
He raised his eyes and thus did fall
Her armour and shield and hatred and all.

An unbridled savage scream thus rang
Her stallion enraged, and showing his fangs.
How dare he take her away from him,
He owned her with fear, pain and lying sin.

He lunged and tore, to put a stop to her
But deep in her soul, she knew was fiercer
Dirk in hand, mind at ready
She sank it through him, strong and steady.

Reeling back, a dawning shriek
Did take him up from off his feet
Wings aloft, back to thee hell
From whence he came, making her rebel.

Gone for good was her soul’s captor
All for the wisdom of one helper.
He smiled down, his eyes alight,
At last for once, she felt naught fright.

Taking her hand he led the way
Out of herself to the place she would stay
Strong within herself but not with fight
She knew she was home, back in the light.